Chapter 116. What a Talent!
The night passed smoothly, and Felix had a good night's sleep.
Char finally heaved a sigh of relief.
"I'm ashamed to say that I've only done a little bit of work, and Zin'rokh's mission has failed."
Demonization was extremely dangerous, as mana could instantly modify the host to the point where he could not even recognize his mother.
The host's transformation came from two aspects. One was his own strength. This was the lower limit.
However, on the other hand, the upper limit depended on the degree of distortion in the person's heart.
For someone like Felix, who had his dignity and conscience clearly marked, he had done everything he could in this aspect.
His demonization was not just a matter of becoming stronger.
Now that he had a greater goal in mind, he naturally did not care about the temptation of Zin'rokh.
Perhaps Zin'rokh was still a little hurt. His own bewitchment had been easily overcome by someone else. There was nothing more hurtful to his pride than this.
At noon, Char was at the back of the group, teasing the Dark Elves when a piece of news suddenly came.
"Felix invites you to the carriage for a gathering."
'He took the bait.'
Char said goodbye to Evelyn for the time being and went to see Felix.
As expected, the fat merchant had made up his mind and decided to do this big job.
He was so excited that he trembled, and the fat on his face trembled.
"Mr. Char, what are you planning to do?"
"First of all, we need to raise your position in the Chamber of Commerce. "Char took out a piece of paper and wrote down a series of names. At the back, he noted down the likes and dislikes of these people, and the troubles they had encountered recently.
If this thing fell into the hands of a player, it would probably only be an excellent favorability guide.
However, in Felix's hands, it was a network of connections that was about to be spread.
Char passed the paper to him, and Felix read it carefully, and an exaggerated shock appeared on his face.
He was not pretending, he really had feelings for Char.
It was almost to the point of faith.
He swore that if the voice that appeared in his dream last night was Char's kiss, he would have sold himself out long ago!
If the information on this piece of paper was true, he would definitely be able to obtain a seat in the internal selection in two months' time when he returned to Greenwood, and gain the support of all the directors.
If that was the case, the number would double!
"Don't think too much."
Char could tell that this guy was daydreaming.
"The number I gave you has been strictly calculated. It's the maximum amount that the person in charge of the local bank can afford. If it's any higher, they won't be able to make a decision and will have to communicate with the other branches. This has nothing to do with your position in the morning light Chamber of Commerce. It's just their courage and caution."
"No, Lord Char!"
He had already started to address Char as lord.
"Since you've said it, it depends on the courage and caution of the people in charge of the banks, then I can make them braver and more forthright. These can all be trained in the future! Leave these things to me!"
Char was stunned.
He could even draw inferences from this case?
Thinking of the other party's maximum level [Trade Negotiation], Char suddenly felt that this matter was even more promising.
The massive Treasury of the United Holy Kingdom was slowly opening in front of him.
This time, he could take out more gold coins than before.
When the gold coins were in their hands, those who owed them money would become the boss. Before the United Holy Kingdom decided to start a war, they would have no way to deal with Felix. The latter would undoubtedly be rewarded and protected by the royal family. The younger generation of elves were populist. They did not care about the financial system. What was yours was mine, and what was human became the Elves'. That was a good thing.
"Alright, go ahead and do it."
"Yes!"
Felix's eyes were shining with the luster of gold coins.
He had not been corrupted by Zin'rokh, but now he was terrified.
Well, Char was also the Son of The Abyss, was he not?
Two days later, the team arrived at Alfie Town, which was the outermost edge of Andaheim.
Felix still had some things to deal with, so he left the team and returned home early.
After another two days, the group arrived at Silver Horn Bay.
These 500 people would eventually have to return to the forest capital, Grinland, for a comprehensive psychological assessment and physical examination to ensure that they were not tempted by humans and became elven snitches. Only then would they be able to return to the solar guards.
However, the Elves were long-lived species. They had passed through more than ten footholds on the way, and it was not as simple as just going around them.
For example, there were 25 soldiers' families in this stronghold. They had to be reunited, right?
The next stronghold has the relatives of 45 soldiers. It was time to reunite, right?
At the next stronghold, all 120 people have relatives, It was best to reunite also, right?
Those with more complicated identities and longer family members had to go out once every time they had more than ten strongholds. It was very troublesome to do this every time, so a conventional rule was formed.
At every stronghold, they would hold an Elven-style military and civilian party.
In any case, the Elves were all good at singing and dancing, and they all had artists. It was a good time to relax their minds during the day and relax their bodies at night.
Hence, just as the group was about to step into Silver Horn Bay, the Silver Horn Guards came out to welcome them.
The level 45 Golden-feathered Archer at the front, Miss Celesa, was one of Orivande's suitors. She had a slim figure, especially her long legs. Although she was slightly inferior to Nelwin, she was still rare among Elves.
It was a pity that she was not Orivande's cup of tea. After all, the number of suitors for this elven officer could line up from Grinland to Silver Horn Bay. Furthermore, due to his tragic childhood, Orivande liked gentle women who were filled with motherly light. Such a person was destined to be impossible to find in the Army.
Char could also responsibly say that such a person could not be found in the entire Andaheim.
If he could find it, he would have done it long ago.
As the two teams crossed paths, a large crowd of players quickly gathered around to watch the fun.
Char had yet to learn any detection skills, but judging from their equipment, they should be around level 10. They had just left the village and were looking at the real world with curiosity.
After that, they would be trained by the royal guards at Silver Horn Bay and become qualified archers, Warriors, mages, or go to the nearby magical beast strongholds to establish contact with the Bandits of the Nightingale family.
Char suddenly felt that she had become younger.
He kind of missed that era where everything was fresh and new.
Very soon, as if to fulfill his thoughts, the novelty came.
A few high-level players gradually appeared-judging from the bows on their backs, they were about level 15. They were pointing at Orivande's troops, but because Char was wearing armor and a helmet, they could not find him.
Until one of them slowly raised his bow.
The f*ck?
Were all the players so brave?
It was fine if he could not find it, but was he planning to reveal the target mission?
Did he play too much Assassin's Creed?
However, the scene he was looking forward to did not appear. The player was persuaded by someone.
He found that person a little familiar.
Ninja Blade?
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